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[mal_contented]

[Feed on Mal, between missions and freshly washed, hair still damp, clothes clean and in place. The bruise over one eye is about the only evidence that she'd been out in the muck until a few hours ago.]

"Alright kids, time to see how many we can kill with one stone. You need your rooms painted, I need money and to blow off some stress. So. First come first serve so long as the pay is worth my time. You provide materials, money, and the wall, I provide the art. I figure I can do one or two when I get back from each mission. So, you got my contact info here. Zap me up."

[She was also considering painting on canvases for sale, but she needed to earn more than she was making doing hair first.... And you know, have more than one client at the salon... but that was a whole other issue....]

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[guitar_hero]

Hey, Mal.

Two questions: Is what you use pet safe and how do you feel about jazzing up a stable?

[mal_contented]

"If you supply the materials, that's up to you. And sounds fine to me. Specific ideas or should I just let my imagination run wild?"

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[takeitsleazy]

I have a commission idea for you. But keep it between us, okay? How does 50 munny sound for a wall? I'm not used to setting prices.

[guitar_hero]

We'll have to ask Samson. They're the one that wants it. But I can translate.

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[mal_contented]

"I can keep it quiet, sure. I could also work with fifty so long as you are supplying the materials and the tip includes candy." [Grin.]

[A hundred bucks to take her stress out on someone else's wall? A hundred bucks for a few hours of fun between missions? YES PLEASE.]

[mal_contented]

[Like... Audrey's horse? Ugh.] "Uh. Huh. Well you do that and let me know?"

[takeitsleazy]

Mal, who are you talking to, here? The tip always includes candy. Just let me know what kind.

I want you to paint a city from someone else's world in the living area. If I give you reference pictures will that help? I saw a book of picture postcards in the Emporium.

[guitar_hero]

No... You have to talk to them personally. Give them some ideas. Bring a portfolio.

[mal_contented]

"Living area of the apartment or one of the common areas? I can do either but depending which will tell us how hard it will be to keep the secret. As for the candy, I'll get you a list."

[mal_contented]

"Just to be sure... you mean the horses?"

[guitar_hero]

"Well, I mean Samson Jones specifically, but yes. I mean they might ask for a stylized representation of them because they are rather full of themselves but..." He shrugs. "Who knows? They could surprise you."

[takeitsleazy]

Actually, their work schedules are both a bit different than mine. I can meet you in the living area and let you in while they're both at work.

[he's thought about this, can you tell? he is good at planning. scheming, even. he's just ... not good at doing it if it involves surprising or hoodwinking Eleanor. she's too much on his wavelength. it's uncanny.]

[mal_contented]

[She might have charged him more just for crazy., Except. Well. Snow White. Cinderella....]

[It was wholly possible he wasn't pulling her leg. Or delusional.]

"Fine. When?"

[mal_contented]

"That works then. Just tell me when."

[takeitsleazy]

Excellent! How 'bout tomorrow? I'll even pick up the tab for the paint.

[guitar_hero]

"Whenever you've got a moment. Just let me know ahead of time."

[mal_contented]

"Yes you will. I should be back by then. So tomorrow it is."

[mal_contented]

"Day after tomorrow, in the morning before I head out again?"

[guitar_hero]

"Sounds good to me!"

And he is there before she even stops by, getting Geraldine in a harness and whistling absently under his breath.

[mal_contented]

She was exhausted from her last mission, and instead of getting a good night's sleep, she'd been working on commissions. Which meant she was less frantic than she often was since arriving here, but also yawning more. But she was in clothes she didn't mind getting paint on, and had her brushes in the bag with her spell book, ready to work. "Alright. How do you want this to start with the whole... translating thing?"

[guitar_hero]

He eyes her. She looks exhausted. He doesn't know her that well, but has the feeling she's the kind that prefers to work until she drops in order not to think about anything else.

"Give me a moment to finish up. Why don't you take a seat." He gestures to a hay bale. "I've got some tea in the back if you want it."

I lack a sleeping while sitting icon, so have this one.

[mal_contented]

She dropped down on the bale and set her bag beside her. "Sure," she said. As for his read... she isn't. At least, not usually. She just has some control issues about leaving a threat looming. She wants to get in there and take care of everything, or even let someone else do it so long as she was sure it was done. The painting... well she hadn't expected so many people to want her to do custom jobs and didn't want to turn anyone down. So she agreed to everything, but still felt driven to deal with the threat because that was important too.

She really wished she knew how Evie managed without spells. After all Evie pulled in good grades in all her classes, ran a thriving seamstress business and was always available to help them save whatever needed saving on any given day. All without ever looking tired outside their bedroom. In the dorm, when it was just the VKs? Mal could see how tired Evie was some times, but she always had a bright smile when someone came in.

Mal wasn't aware that she was leaning against the wall, or that her eyes were closing as she tried to think of any clue as to how Evie managed to not fall asleep in class all the time.....

that'll do

[guitar_hero]

He hadn't expected that to work so quickly, but he's glad it did. She was growing still and growing humans needed nutrients and sleep...and things like that. So it was probably better for her in the long run. He magics up a light blanket to put over her and leaves a cup of steaming tea on a table in reach, that will still be steaming regardless of when she wakes-- And a note saying he'll be back around noon if she wants to try again. Then, with a soft click of his tongue, he leads Geraldine out of the stable to be hitched up to her ride.

[mal_contented]

She'd only sleep a few hours at most. She'd wake up confused as the blanket slipped offer her and the unfamiliar smell worked its way into her awareness. She found the note and the tea and sighed, leaning against the wall again. Great. She hadn't meant to fall asleep on him like that. She took a sip of the tea and considered. Well. She had to wait till he got back, so...

She added the words "Wake me" in purple glitter ink to the bottom of the note, took another sip before setting the tea down, and then lay out in the hay. She pulled the blanket over herself and got a bit more sleep....

[guitar_hero]

Around lunch, the Doctor returns, with Geraldine in tow, and, well, lunch. He deposits one beside her, taking a moment to read the note-- then takes his time to take off Geraldine's tack and rub her down and get her comfortable with a feed bag before settling down on an opposite bale of hay and playing a little song. Nothing like waking up to the sound of music, he thinks.